Suzyq Stories

Joseph shakes his head, shivers of disgust running down his spine. As much as he tries his best to appear like his usual goofy self at day, nights relentelessly drain his sanity away. Physical wounds are healing slowly but surely even if he still needs to ajust with having only one hand left. But his mind oh his poor mind... AKA the classic fic where Joseph doesn't cop well with Caesar's death.

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